Well, it's 2 down and 10 to go - personal training sessions that is. Trouble is, I'm not sure I'll last that long! Obviously most of the attention is going to my currently non-existent thigh muscles in the hope that there will be no more hideously embarrassing skiing incidents this year, and that I will be able to scale sand dunes in the Sahara without even blinking in 2012.
Cardiac-based machines, not a problem really, weights seem manageable although I seem to be constantly adjusting them to the lower settings at present. Stretching is good too. It's the night and 2 days after that are a killer. Since my shoulder was replaced in 2007 because of a suspected MTC metastasis, I have also suffered pain in other joints/bones. I have had no conclusive diagnosis as to what these may be, but the worst pain is in the left hip/femur and lower back.
Never before has exercise hurt so much afterwards! I am popping pain pills and still not sleeping for longer than a couple of hours during the 2 nights following my 1-hour workout (and I have a very high pain threshold - ask anyone). I have to leave the 'comfort' of my Tempur (orthopaedic) pressure-relieving mattress designed by NASA because it's just not comfortable for me any more.
Worse; I seem unable to tip-toe about the house quietly at these ungodly hours and consequently end up waking up the rest of the gang - even the bloody Beast was howling and whining this morning at 5:30am. Queue grumpy bag-eyed children and a family who are all gently snoring on the sofa come 8pm.
Are we the most sleep-deprived family on the planet right now? Of course not. That dubious record probably goes to a large number of now homeless families in a rather damp Queensland, Australia.
So stop moaning Grey and get on with it!!
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